Friday, November 13, 2009

Bus to Demnate

We planned on spending more time in Marrakech but decide we're sick of the city life.

It's an amazing experience with lots to see...your senses are constantly overwhelmed by new sights, smells and sounds...but also salesmen.

We hop on a bus to Demnate a few hours away (of course, not without a few complications and some haggling). There were even people selling items throughout the aisles of the little bus on the way there.

Views of sand dunes, olive groves, a man boarding the bus with a bound dead sheep in hand (Dan thinks the dead part is debatable). Regardless, it went in the cargo area below with our bags.

For most of the two-and-a-half-hour ride, the bus smelled of a sweaty, dusty cheese shop. Dr. Dre played on the radio for a bit. Then some Arabic tunes. Lots of talking loudly and clapping going on as well. I guess they clap instead of pressing a "stop requested" button.
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Grew up in Chinese restaurants in Austin, Texas. Left cube life as a PR foodie in NYC/Boston to become a wandering yogi/farmer/eater/student. This blog chronicles a year of discovering that to think outside of the box, you usually have to get out of the box.

Currently residing out of the box and on a mat instead: www.yogiaustin.com.